More pictures...

So there was a bit of civil unrest just before we got here. They decided to burn some busses and they were still there for about a week and we were passing them pretty much daily.
The second or third day we went to Red Fort and to get there our car dropped us about a km away so we had to take rickshaws the rest of the way there. The yellow roofed thing is an auto-rickshaw. Very posh.
Contrary to what the below traffic control sign would lead you to believe, upon your birth in India, not only are you given the inalienable right to honk the horn on your bike, scooter, ric, auto-ric, motorcycle, car, van or bus, but it is your duty to do so as loudly and as often as possible mostly for no reason, just cause you like the way it sounds, sometimes to say hi, sometimes to say "watch out or I'm going to run you over," or sometimes to say "please sir would you move your herd of donkeys out of the intersection so I can proceed."
The cabs in Bombay all had sweet upholstery on the interior. Yeah- it's sideways but I'm not so good at the internets.
Between Delhi and Agra (where the Taj Mahal is for those of you as ignorant as I am) we saw some countryside. Grass huts like this were common living quarters. The others ranged from mud huts to "townhouses" or essentially a row of small concrete storage lockers with a wood and string cot in the corner. Some of the poverty is really shocking.
More to come....